When Love Soars Like a Skylark!

WHEN LOVE SOARS LIKE A SKYLARK!


She wired me the place and time,
In words more rhythmic than rhyme!
I took her rhyme in hymn,
To reach the appointed place in time.

I walked the way in mirthful gay,
Toward the lovers’ lovely comely bay,
To be at stay in the fading day,
When Cupid decided to put us away!

But love soared over love and hovered,
Hurtling me to my beloved’s bower.
I pressed the call and she attended appalled,
At my un-thoughtful and untimely befall.

I said, “If that is so let me go,
Before I bear witness to your Mama’s woe”.
Replied she, “Now that you have come,
Why don’t you hum in comely plum?
And inspire my Mama to beat our drum,
Notes of which would lead our union trump”!

I took my bird’s words,
And girded as the third.
Her Mama putting on mask
In pre-meditated flash,
Sat before me to dash,
The comely misgivings of her lass.
I gave my ears and eyes in piercing pears
Inviting her wanton jeers,
Now frothing behind her guarded layers.
After her prattle ended with a cheerful clatter,
Came her man to continue the raucous rattle,
Who trotted forward in expected parry,
Only to chatter and prattle,
In the glory of his plan and clan.
Now I began to meditate over the glen
Of my blend and my blighted élan.





But I was sure of my beloved’s heart,
Of her courage to part,
And trot the subterranean path.
Though her soil was made
Of the spoils of their toil,
I was sure that her spirit was evolved
By an exotic devolve, a silver foil,
Coiled around her soul in pilgrim oil!
The next day twixt dawn and dusk
She coyly affirmed her solemn resolve,
And dwelt over Hymen’s vaulted joys!

Krishnan.